Down old Oyster Pond Road
where the bayliner waits
we drive Blue Bronco
past Athearn’s farm and past the broken fence
off graded trail and onto mushy march
our tires spinning in green, mossy mud
we arrive at The Breach
where sand and shells meet rippling shallows
we roll our tread in the water
like Blue is dipping her toes in to test
then we hop out
try it for ourselves
Just right.
